How I wish I lived in a Jane Austen novel!

I have noticed that rooms which are extra clean feel extra cold

Father says hot water can be as stimulating as an alcoholic drink and though I never come by one...I can well believe it.

And no bathroom on earth will make up for marrying a bearded man you hate.

Just to be in love seemed the most blissful luxury I had ever known. The thought came to me that perhaps it is the loving that counts, not the being loved in return -- that perhaps true loving can never know anything but happiness. For a moment I felt that I had discovered a great truth.

Why is summer mist romantic and autumn mist just sad?

I was wandering around as usual, in my unpleasantly populated sub-conscious.